When it's time to go
You'll return to your makers, and they'll turn to face you
Your mind machine starts to glow
You are lost on the others, with your letters and numbers
Hands above and hands below, they want to know, want to know.
Barrows and Barons, the province of man
Quiver of arrows, he build up the land
Super computer and General Ludd
Solving for pattern, he scatter the flood
Oh which machines will break, and which ones we'll use to break them
Oh which we'll break, and which will break him
Ashes to ashes, a lonelier man
Calendar carvings, the patterns unplanned
Soldering circuits and timing the tide
Making the makers, but who will decide
Which machines will break, and which ones we'll use to break them
Oh which will break, and which will break him
Barrows and Barons, the province of man
Quiver of arrows, he build up the land
Super computer and General Ludd
Solving for pattern, he scatter the flood
Ashes to ashes, a lonelier man
Calendar carvings, the patterns unplanned
Soldering circuits and timing the tide
Making the makers, but who will decide
Barrows and Barons, the province of man(A man must surely see, the greater mystery)
Quiver of arrows, he build up the land(mechanical in head and heart the king of industry)
Super computer and General Ludd(but he who raises up, a king without a crown)
Solving for pattern, he scatter the flood(phillias and phobias will bring the hammer down)

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